hold on. stay inside.

like blades,
honed to perfection
on the edge of my tongue-

on hair triggers these words discharge,
neat poison barbs impaling (with a precision my graceless nature could never hope to emulate) hearts;

minutes later,
i am left to wade a sea of corpses i did not mean to fill

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